C2 Debt For Love

Olivia POV

After having difficulty sleeping, I woke up the following morning with a bang in my head. I see Ethan hitting his daily squats and push-ups. His physique always turns me on whenever he does his morning workout, even though he won't let me touch him.

He catches me gawking at him.

"Is everything fine with you?" He snaps at me and strolls into the bathroom.

It is still a miracle how he sleeps on the same beds as me, even when we don't have sex. There is only intimacy between us whenever his dick instructs him to, but I'm fine by it. So far, it has kept my father's reputation intact.

"I will come home late tonight, don't wait for me," he says while dressing up.

"Who... is Vicky?"

I summon the courage to bring up what he said the previous night. I soon realize how much of a fool I have become by mentioning that name in his ears. While styling his hair, I see his face morph into a frown.

He turns to me with a fiery eyes.

"How did you know that name?"

"You mentioned her while you were drunk yesterday night in your sleep."

"And what else did you hear? What else did I say?"

I gulp a cupful of saliva down my throat.

"N- nothing, you said nothing else," I mutter out of fear.

"You're lying, ain't you? Slithering bitch."

"Not at all, I won't dare lie to you."

"Good."

He faces the mirror again and resumes what he was busy with before I interrupt him.

"Did she hurt you?" I inquire, fearing what might happen next.

"What?"

"What did she take from you?"

My journalism instincts started to kick in, putting me in trouble.

Instantly, he charges at me, where I am seated on the bed. He drags me down to the floor, pulling me from my leg. I hit my head hard on the marble floor. However, that was the least of the hell he was about to unleash on me.

He pins my face to the ground with his strong, massive hand.

"Young lady, how many times will you have to make me repeat myself?"

"I am sorry." I whimper with my face, kissing the cold floor.

"Sorry? You are not sorry. If you were you would learn to mind your business. Have I not told you countless times not to speak to me except you are spoken to?"

"You did."

My whimper transcends into weeping.

"Yet you chose to ignore me. I warned you not to interfere in my matters. Just because I am married to you does not give you the fucking damn right to meddle in what does not concern you." He strikes me hard on my face with his palm.

"It won't repeat itself," I say, feeling helpless on the floor as I begin to do so profusely.

"Better not, always remember your place. You are here only for my enjoyment, nothing else."

My world starts to crumble instantly, and his words create a wormhole of emptiness in my heart.

I lost my mind sooner than I ever imagined. With no passing day, Ethan won't make me the most miserable on earth. Nevertheless, I summon the strength to forge ahead of my difficulties.

"So Olivia, have you been doing lots of hectic activities lately?" The therapist asks. It is what I need to put myself in order and keep breathing.

I will not break easily, not at all.

"Olivia, can you hear me?"

The therapist pulls me out of my oblivion. I lose focus as the words from the therapist flow out.

"Uh, yes I - I am," I lie, "what was your question again?"

The therapist, a woman in her fifties, adjusts her eyeglasses and clears her throat.

"Is there anything bothering you, or giving you concern?"

"Um," I sigh, "yes, a lot. I've got a lot of them on my mind."

"Can you share with me some of it?"

"Mrs. Atkinson, we might spend the entire day here if I start," I say with a plain tone.

"Well, lucky for you, it is my job. I have nothing else to do than to sit here all day and listen to people's problems," she leans forward from her chair, holding my hand from across her table, "look into my eyes, Olivia, you can talk to me."

She connects with my soul, leaving me with a feeling of ease. She sounds just like my mother before she died.

"I, don't even know where to start from."

My voice starts to break.

"You can start from anywhere, Olivia. You can pick it up from the top, middle, or bottom, all you just have to do is let it all out."

"I hate my life."

"Okay, and what else. Do you just hate your life alone or is there more to it?"

Her warm voice floods my soul with comfort. Slowly, I begin to release the tension all over me.

"How do you feel when you make yourself the lamb of sacrifice for someone you love? My whole life keeps shredding into a million pieces as I wake each day, sometimes I just wished I never existed."

I start. Mrs Atkinson readjusts her eyeglasses again, then rubs her thumb on my hand.

"If it is for someone you love, it is worth it, Olivia. No matter how bad it looks, try to ask yourself what will happen to the person you are doing it for, if you stop, if you quit."

"All I want is to be loved, why is that too difficult for me." I continue to sob helplessly.

"You can only be loved if you love yourself first, dear. Keep that in mind, learn to love yourself first."

I continue weeping while driving home, thinking of Mrs Atkinson's last piece of advice flooding my mind.

Before I reach home, my phone flashes, and an unknown number pops on my screen.

"Who is this?"

"Olivia? Am I speaking with Olivia Wilson?"

"Yes, it is her."

"Can we meet at Big T Jitters?"

"Who are you?"

"You will know when you get there, I have a confession to make."